The slender Shuang'er was thrown to the ground.
"Shuang'er—" Zhi Wan's heart sank. She rushed over, trying to help her up, but two matrons seized her by the arms.
"How dare you!" Zhi Wan snapped.
"You're the one who's being insolent!" Just then, an aged, displeased voice rang out from beyond the courtyard gate.
Zhi Wan turned to see Old Madam Lu walking in, leaning on Lu Jinglan's arm for support.
Seeing them, Zhi Wan suppressed her anger and asked, "Old Madam, what is the meaning of this? Why are you restraining my maid?"
Before Old Madam Lu could speak, Lu Jinglan strode forward and slapped Zhi Wan hard across the face.
"Zhi Wan, the Lu Family has raised you for so many years! Instead of showing gratitude, you dare to speak to Old Madam like that? Have you no conscience?"
The sudden slap left Zhi Wan's ears ringing.
It took a long moment for her to recover. She lifted her gaze and stared coldly at Lu Jinglan.
